Pada 185
The bride is a darling, artless and carefree. Exceedingly beautiful, tender, and charming, she is adorned in the full array of wedding ornaments. Shining beside her beloved, she glows more brightly than millions of moons. As the youthful groom is a captivating dark cloud, so the young bride is lightning. Beholding them again and again, her dearest companions offer their very lives and circle protective offerings around them.
Pada 186
Beloved, your lover is exceedingly full of love. The color of your passion spreads crimson through his eyes. Yellow cloth shines at his waist; a yellow scarf rests upon his shoulders. His yellow sacred thread is lovely, and a yellow mark is carefully set upon his brow. At the mere sound of “Sita,” he becomes so enchanted that all bodily awareness falls away. Again and again he offers himself to every devotee who repeats Sita's name. The king of connoisseurs forever keeps rasa upon his lips. Every day he safeguards your pleasure and honors each tender inclination. Is this Rati, or are you indeed she? This clever way of love is extraordinary. Lost in delight within the temple of Mod, he remains forever immersed in happiness.
Pada 187
Dear Sita, most lovely one, cast toward me the corner of those lotus eyes. Your beloved remains fixed in an unbroken gaze, like a chakora bird before the moon of bliss. Reverently placing your feet upon the cloth spread over his hand, the thief of hearts adorns them with painted designs. Reflecting upon his supreme good fortune, he sways in delight, wholly overwhelmed by love.